Marius walked slowly toward the playground where he and his best friend Drew frequent. There in one of the swings, Drew sat quietly, rocking slowly back and forth. His eyes were fixed on the ground, anger and disappointment blaze. “How dare you leave me like that,” Drew murmured. Marius moved in even closer. “Hey, buddy.... Continue Reading →
It’s September 19, and I am on my way home. “I’ll be back before October, Dad, so eat your meals and take your medicine.” Those were the last words I remember telling my father. This morning, I hurriedly finished my exam, went to my dorm room, packed my things, and rushed to the terminal to... Continue Reading →
The story A Worn Path by Eudora Welty tells the account of Phoenix Jackson, an elderly African-American woman who lived in the Mississippi. Her account was about her journey from her quiet rural life to town to get the medicine for her beloved grandson who, two years ago, accidentally swallowed lye. His injury did not... Continue Reading →
You dwell in silence; I thrive in loquacity. You study the human body; I dissect language and pieces of literature. You color the world with your songs; I, through my poems. You tell stories thru your paintings; I, through my prose. You race in sunshine; I dance in the rain. You are forgivingly resentful; I... Continue Reading →
One of the perks of being an editor is that you get to read amazing manuscripts first before they turn into best-selling books in the future, let alone the fact that you are part of the production of it. So being an editor, you can actually brag when a book you edited becomes a best... Continue Reading →
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug. —Mark Twain Often times, we find ourselves groping for the right words to describe somebody or something, be it abstract or concrete. Unlike Shakespeare, we do not have the authority to coin new words to... Continue Reading →
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